Paul Bakery, Café & Restaurant

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while a little girl was waiting for her dad outside Paul Bakery, she noticed something peculiar—an old delivery driver kept humming an unfamiliar tune as he loaded boxes into the van. The song seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once, echoing through the empty streets. Curious, the girl asked her father what the man was singing. ‘He’s probably just making up his own song,’ replied Dad with a smile. Later that week, they heard the same melody again—this time coming from their next-door neighbor’s window. Turns out it wasn’t the delivery guy after all.’

2. A delivery driver pulled up to Paul Bakery one afternoon and announced loudly, 'Today's special is bread so fresh it might still be breathing!' The delivery driver looked around sheepishly and added, ‘And don’t forget—if you eat too much of it, you might start talking in French!’ A regular customer overheard him and quipped, ‘At least I won’t get lost on my way home then.’ Everyone laughed, and life in the neighborhood went on, just a little bit lighter.

3. A neighborhood cat had taken it upon himself to patrol Paul Bakery every morning before dawn. He would silently slip through the open door, make a beeline for the display case, and help himself to a freshly baked croissant. One morning, a delivery driver arrived early with fresh pastries. Spotting the cat, he chuckled and quietly placed an extra large croissant on top of the display case. From then on, whenever anyone asked why there was always one missing treat, they’d smile and say, ‘Oh, that’s just Paul Bakery’s secret tester.’

4. In the early hours of dawn, when most bakeries are quiet, a strange sound echoed through Paul Bakery’s kitchen. The regulars claimed it was just an oven timer, but something felt off—like someone was humming along with it. Then one morning, a delivery driver arrived and asked if everything was okay. A regular piped up, ‘It’s just our friendly ghost, Paul!’ Everyone laughed, and from then on, the hum became part of the bakery’s charm. Even the new neighbors stopped complaining and started bringing their own coffee mugs.’